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gold dust.his lips were soft,
so lovely and irresistible-
his kiss woke the day
and shattered the night,
tracing letters on my skin
like braille
and entwining his fingertips
in the auburn cascades
of my hair.
as he pressed himself
closer to me,
i couldn't help but
close my eyes and
blind myself to everything
but his gentle touch
and the feeling of
his body against mine.

gold dust fell where
our lips met,
marking the path behind us
and carrying us beyond-
turning our wounds to
the faint pink lines
of scar tissue:
memories we won't
soon forget.

beautifuli want to be dysfunctional
because broken is beautiful
[or at least that is what i tell myself-
i am a girl with haunted, sorrowful
eyes and bones so brittle,
just like her heart.]

when will i learn,
not to revel in my sorrow,
and seize the day again?
[when will i learn that bro-
ken, is (harmful) and whole
is not (hurtful)?]

i can be something wonderful,
if you only give me the chance.

i should have never loved you.in that one moment, i wanted to stand up and hit him: i wanted to make him hurt, make him bleed, make him feel what he did to me. make him feel his lies and deceit, push it into his skin like a knife and letting the scarlet lies pour out for everyone to see.

every little lie, every "mia bella" came back to haunt me. every word that idly dripped out of his mouth that caressed and cared for me turned black and shriveled like a dead flower.

because every time he kissed me, he lied.

i can't believe i just let him string me along like that. he just turned me into some sort of flesh-and-blood puppet, tossed me around and stepped on me like garba

one.i.
he says he hates poetry,
does he know i'm a poet?

you may not want to hear this.the most beautiful
things in life are found in the
small imperfections.

reachi.
don't whisper secrets
to raindrops, they'll
only betray you,

one day they'll crash down,
and everybody

will know.

(never trust, never love).

ii.
i was soaked in rain, and you
were soaked in regrets, and
we are all strangers
in a way.

(when we don't know what to say,
we talk about the weather).

and we are useless and torn, like scrap metal
waiting to be recycled. but don't
let the shame linger,
don't

erase us.

do you think of me?my words never turn out right
when i put them on paper,
like every time i tried to tell you
i wanted you closer;

the only thing i want -
the only thought that keeps me up at night
rattling at the bars in the cage of my mind
begging to be set free
is being in your arms;

and the worst mistake i ever made
was pushing you away,
because i never meant it at all;

if this is the start of a new day
do you think i could be yours?
all these lines i've written
have blurred into one;
words don't have meaning
without someone to read them,

and i can't just press send.

a kiss upon his cheek.he didn't have a smile
anywhere near his lips.

his expression was blank,
and his eyes were etched from glass;
'i don't care'
they said carefully,
like an unsure whisper.
i don't know why,
but this boy was like nicotine,
hypnotizing,
like a foggy dream.

he was my rescue,
with warning lights flashing
as he came to my escape.

he didn't have a smile on his lips,
but i wanted them anyway.

DaydreamIt's strange.

How I feel the bullet
when I am not the target.

I am not you.
We are separate.
Individual.

Still,
why do I share your pain
as if it were my own?

Funny.

To think we'd ever be
any more.
That I pour my mind
with thoughts of you
when I never come in yours.

Left in confusion.
Swallowing myself whole.
Hoping for impossibility,
believing truth in lies.

Speaking out promises
never to be heard.
Masking hollowness
with whatever's left to show.

Unacceptable reality
In my world made of fantasy.

survive.she said
"i won't let this
break me."

and she wasn't sure that
was true.
life can't be held together
with duck tape and glitter glue,
smoke and mirrors,
the things you tell yourself
to get through the days.

she said
"i'm not okay,
but i'll be all right."

and she thought it could
be true.
after all, if the plants
could evolve, and the continents
could divide without a second thought
to returning,
how hard could it be
to sleep alone at night?

she said
"i will survive."

and she knew it was true.
but living and surviving
aren't quite the same thing.

forever."I love you, forever."

"Yeah...right."

winter heart.maybe it's the weather. maybe it's the steam in the morning and the fog in my lungs that brings these words to life. i can feel them stirring under my breath like a second life; i can taste them in the december air that teases nostalgia from the pitter patter of my winter heart.

it's like life is a faded photograph. its like time is a frozen lake. it's like i'm sitting on porches wearing oversized sweaters and holding cups that burn the tips of my numb fingertips. it's like i'm in a forest and it's damp. it's dark. it tastes like a memory and the rain looks the way it did two years ago when i was broken. it's like remembering something perfe

ImpossiblePeople say nothing is impossible,

But I say they stand corrected,

For it's impossible to not get lost in your eyes,

Which gaze into mine as you smile

A smile impossible to not grin back at.

And when you whisper three words

It's impossible to not repeat them.

[I love you]

He thinks her a Goddess,and he whispers, "Little bird—
Your stardust arms are quaking,
allow me to hold up your universe."

Bulletproof Heart"You can't save me."

"I can damn well try."

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by *snow-angels, Nov 12, 2011, 7:02:13 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

_{he holds his head
and shakes in his seat,
collapses in upon himself
in searing pain--
smothering me with
neverending words of shame
and promise, like
"forever"
like "never"
or "ever"
like "it doesn't matter, not ever."}

never.by *snow-angels

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

~~not done. not worth taking out of scraps. i can't think straight.~~

screw it. i'll put this up in my main gallery since i don't have anything else. might revise a bit later. note me if you're curious as to what it's about, i know it doesn't make a lot of sense.

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_{the vagueness feels like an open sentence the reader is allowed to finish with their own angle, and maybe thats the most beautiful misunderstanding.

in anycase, amazingly written<3}